Grute Lyrics

You know what, before we get to nothing, stop at my grandma's house right here

All right, let me go say hey to her right quick

What

I just want to go say hi to my grandma

Man, what is he doing

I'm about to go say hey to my grandma now

Shit, them niggas about to be on the news

Yeah

Anything come my way, get stretched

Feeling like the water boy, of this X

I don't know how I end up fucking my ex

Guess I'm from the streets, god damn, I'm a mess

Choppa on me, protecting my flesh

Yo, bitch wanna fuck me cause of my neck and my wrist

Don't ask what I got on, I'm rich

Don't ask what we on, we lit

His bitch ain't picking up the phone

He sick, he say this dog Hitting strong

A pit, anything touch, this box get moved

We live by the gun, we gon' die by it too

Come to the shit, we gon' ride bout it too

Fight this switch, I'm finna fight who

Nah

Fast money gang, you know my crew

Rolling on woods, I'm blowing on groots

Too many guns, you better regroup

She hitting that head, I'm up in the coop

I'm all in her head, she stuck in the loop

I'm feeling like Kane, she catching the boot

Shit

This Burberry Tan be looking like soup

You know what it is, you know what it do

I fell in that pussy, I'm fell in like oops

Shit

She calling a friend, I'm throwing a oop

I keep me a ja inside of my boot

I be burning my woods down to the roots

Shit

I want on the bread, I want all the loot

For the ice and the cream, I want me a scoop

I know I'm a shit, yo nigga a poop

Shit

You breaking the code, you gotta reboot

How you a shooter, you don't even shoot

Bad lil' bitch, she like Betty Boop

Im hitting her up, like what do it do

I'm blowing her back, then Uber the food

She playing it cool, while I'm shooting my moves

She know what to do, she wet as a pool

Do my lil dance, I'm acting a fool

That pussy so wet, it look like she drooled

ahh yeah Put me in the mood

I keep her on deck, it's cheaper to keep her

I make me a deal to kill you with reapers

came a long way from selling bo's in the eater

Whip it up like eggshells in a beater

Anything come my way, get stretched

Feeling like the water boy, off this X

I don't know how I end up fucking my ex

Guess I'm from the streets, god damn I'm a mess

Choppa on me, protecting my flesh

Yo bitch wanna fuck me cause of my neck

And my wrist

Don't ask what I got on

I'm rich

Don't ask what we on

We lit

His bitch ain't picking up the phone

He sick

He say this dog hitting strong